i look over the water
i see
i hear
the lone seagull
perched on the pier
as if sitting upon the edge
of my thoughts
today i am present
with myself
on the dock of my solitude
i’ve learned that
someone’s something’s
absence in my life
is no reason to be
any less present in my own
the flecks of sunlight
dance against the ripples
of the water
and i
embrace
them wholly
becoming one with
the ethereal nature of life
today i am present
with myself
on the dock of my solitude
embracing my own
presence
i realize
i am enough.
About the Creator
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censorship will end all creativity
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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